I've done this once before, when she was having a swimming lesson. The children were allowed down the slide, and the fifteen-year old instructor caught each one as they splashed into the very deep pool. Except two came down at once, one ending up with a blood nose. So the instructor had one wailing girl in each arm, blood everywhere, and my daughter thinks its her turn and comes flying down.
I jumped in, fully clothed, glasses on, this time, to lift her out of the water as she sank.
There's no option in these situations. You make a fool of yourself, you wreck your clothes and shoes, but there's no option. I'm paranoid around water. Not sure exactly why; it's like I have a premonition, and I'm trying to avoid it.
Everyone is fine, except I feel like a fool.
In more reader friendly news, I bought two litres of Clamato Juice from the infamous Costuseless because I had a hankering for a Bloody Mary and tomato juice is not to be found anywhere in Suva. I added vodka, a dash of Worcestershire sauce and a sprinkle of paprika (because there's no tabasco to be found either). It was very good. I didn't tell J that the clam in clamato is actually clam juice, thinking it would turn him off the drink. He didn't like it anyway, so I got two, so all was well in the end.